Uprooting 21 years of an established life in one corner of a country and transplanting it thousands of miles away in an entirely different climate and culture requires attention to details that can, if you let them, consume most of the 24 hours in a given day. The distractions have impaired my ability to fully getting my Funk on, but I’ve been making adjustments so that I have time in every day to create “art”.
When I lived in Vermont, I would most often prefer to write songs to play on my guitar.
Poetry was an interest I pursued while waiting for winter to pass, but it was always forsaken when the warmth of spring arrived.
My time was then spent absorbing the beauty of the natural world while plotting out the garden and germinating seeds.
California is pure inspiration and more conducive to growing things, in every sense of the word.
Today I sowed more seeds, transplanted beet starts and basil, and then took a break from gardening to play with my crayons that I like to let melt in the sun.